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Chapter 3

Text Box: "Zen, what does Jon means just now? I don’t really understand…" "Well, neither do I" picking up a paintbrush from the load given by Cyin, Zenial started to paint according to the given topic, which everyone is doing now: Memories. Hours passed, from a bright sunny Saturday afternoon to a sun-setting evening. Everybody had left the painting room and gone out with their friends to enjoy the weekend, so do Mij and Zenial. When they got changed up in their hostel, ready to go out, Mij remembered that he had left his handphone in the Painting Room. So he told Zenial to go without him first and he will join the gang afterwards. "Alright, at usual place, Dawn Pub! Cya!" winked Zenial and parted both of them. Mij hurried his steps to the painting room and when reached he saw the painting room lights were still on! Somebody was still doing work at this hour?! Who could it be? Can’t be that punk, that gay, those babes… he think and think… Could it be a thief?! Well, he mustered his courage and opened the door. History repeats itself. At the same moment, Cyin pulled the door from inside. This time, what he saw were not that pair of beautiful eyes but a pair of glistening teary eyes where the shaft of moonlight had shone against it. Cyin hurried out of the room and ran along the long and lonely corridors. Mij stood there watching as she goes. Shadows of hers stretched long behind her, with her silky hair floating in the air. Drops of tears had fallen as if crystals had dropped to the ground. "Piang" the crystals had broken and so do Cyin’s heart… Home
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Chapter 12
Chapter 13
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Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
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